On the mend, hopefully

So I'm sitting here, both sleepy and bored, while I receive more blood. I think this is the 13th unit I've received since December. Staff took me off isolation status when a final test cleared me and moved in a very deaf elder.  Staff has to yell to be heard.  But the good news is that I will probably go home tomorrow. I am more than ready.

The morning was horrific. I was told to start walking, and when I did, everything fell out, that's all I can say. I was mortified beyond the beyond. Later I found out that I hadn't received Ativan and started going off the rails from the sudden withdrawal. I also was on a much higher dose of morphine and started having auditory hallucinations. I swore I heard Steve talking to a nurse about Demi, when they were still miles away. I started calming as soon as Demi arrived - I think of her as my PTSD dog - and the medication arrived too.  Steve helped me take a shower.

It will be quieter at home - if I can just get there. One of the IV lines will be removed later tonight. When I start walking I will lose several pounds of water weight and begin feeling closer to normal.  This visit has been on a different unit and more difficult for me to manage. I don't identify with inactive elders and would prefer to have much more privacy. I like to chat with the younger nurses and aides.

Hopefully, I really will be in my own bed tomorrow night - if Brix will share. He perks up when I talk to him on the phone - and I'm hoping his depression will lift if we have some time together. His eyes are woefully sad each time I have to leave him. He is much more sensitive than either Demi or Parisse and has obviously developed a close bond with me, especially.